Please (Don't) Hate MeIf I told you a liePlease (Don't) Hate Me3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But it made you smile
Would it still be a sin?
If I opened the door
But turned you away
Would you still come in?
If I sliced my skin
But it didn't hurt
Would it still be wrong?
If I acted all brave
But couldn't face it
Would I still be strong?
If I tied my noose
Around a tree's open arms
Would it be an embrace?
If I left tonight
And begged you stay
Would you still give chase?
If I committed sin
But hurt nobody
Would I be welcome above?
If I do something you hate
But only for your good
Could it still be true love?
AddictedI feel it hook and snag into me,Addicted3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Seducing or beating me into submission.
A delicious poison.
A thorny rose.
I feel the tide of it rise up,
Slowly growing and gathering strength.
A burning cloud.
A choking noose.
I feel it carry me into the depths,
Sweeping my resistance away.
A whipping gale.
A crashing wave.
I feel my eyes open once it's done,
Knowing that it'll happen again soon.
A chosen dependency.
A hurtful addiction.
Can We Both Be Ugly?She's a diamond, while I am coal.Can We Both Be Ugly?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the coal, black and boring.
Set me on fire while I am alive.
Watch me burn,
Watch me die.
She is the diamond, shiny and attention-grabbing.
Lay your greedy hands on the whore.
She's there for the looks and money,
No real work,
She receives the perks.
We both wanted him,
But I bit my tongue.
What a fool I would be to ask for his heart.
He sees me as a footrest,
Only here for support and only when he needs it,
The demand for me is limited.
He lusts for her seductive nature,
Her glare blinding his eyes,
She's tearing him apart with her sharp edges,
It kills me to witness.
"I can't hurt you.
"But she is my support,
"She is but a coal,
weak and pitiful.
You want that?
The spineless coward?
She's thirsty for your heartbreak,
but my fingers are gentle,
let me hold you."
His situation is himself.
I love him more than I could scream,
But I maintain my silence,
I suffer in the dark.
I see his sorrow and
Dear Jack FrostDear Jack Frost3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jack, when I was a little girl, I would look out my window during winter and watch the snow fall. I had a weak constitution so I was never allowed to go out and play in the snow or I would catch pneumonia. I'd watch the snowflakes fall from inside my room and thank you for them rather than Santa Claus. When I was sick I'd make little paper snowflakes for you and give them to my parents to hang on our tree outside. When I was lonely I'd draw pictures in the frost on my window. I remember you would occasionally open my window to let in a perfectly formed snowflake as if to say, "Look at the beautiful thing I made for you." When I turned 19 my best friend died and I had lost all hope. Yet at the funeral, even though it was in September, you made it snow for me. When I took my own life the last words to leave my lips were, "I'll always believe in you Jack Frost." And I meant it. My only wish is that you remember me.
With love from a lifetime and forever more,
The BridgeThe Bridge3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Among the Wooden Paths,
I stride alone in the Empty Forest,
The wind behind my back,
Blowing softly and pushing me forward.
Moments in time suddenly seem to halt,
As I watch from afar,
The bridge that lies before me,
Am I strong enough to lay my hand?
Across its wooden surface?
Can I cross it?
Find the path hidden in the shadows ahead of me?
Can I find Courage in the darkness so bleak?
To find a light that will guide me?
Seconds fade away.
Across the Bridge,
Across the Gap,
Leading to my pride,
Leading to my Courage,
Leading to my Hope,
Leading to my Love...
Heavenly FireHeavenly Fire3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The sky, consumed by
a spectral conflagration;
embers glow briefly
before the night's rising tide
completely quenches the fire.
Mono.One morning a black pillar appeared in the center of town, within the boundaries of the park and right outside of the library. It stood at least thirteen feet tall and was as wide as a mature oak. They deduced it was made out of some kind of polished stone. Some guessed it was obsidian; others argued it was too strong to be such a fragile stone. It could have been granite, but when was the last time you saw black granite in that quantity, and in that shape?Mono.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"We should knock it down and drag it away!" someone shouted.
But they were too afraid to touch it.
"Why not just leave it here?" another suggested.
But they wondered what would happen if they didn't do anything at all.
Whoever put it there didn't do it alone. They'd need a truck to transport the thing, and they'd need some way to get it off the flatbed and stand it up straight. But why go to all of that trouble for a pillar of rock? Or was it part of someth
Physical They'd always noticed that little things. How he stopped when someone bumped into him; how he'd pause and look down at the finger that had poked him; how he'd freeze when a hand was placed on his shoulder; how he become stiff whenever someone would give him a hug.Physical2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
They didn't think it was a big deal, a bit odd perhaps but nonetheless nothing to worry over. He just didn't like being touched, right? It was something new to him; something that after three hundred years he'd gone without and now preferred to continue his old pattern, of course. It was something he'd need time to adjust to, similar to his adjustment of their company, or their compassion.
They didn't know how wrong they were.
Of course he hid it well. He stopped because he didn't want them to know that it hadn't bothered him. He'd pause to look because he wanted to be sure he wasn't just imagining it. He froze because he didn't want the hand to move away. And he became
Jack frostSnow fallingJack frost3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Silent in the night
For children who wake up
tomorrow with delight
Not once do they consider
that their beloved snow
isnt brought by snow clouds
but by a stranger who is unknown
A boy with hair white
As the snow in which he brings
A boy with a wide smile
As the the angles wings
In his cool hand
A wooden staff he holds
To bring the winter frost
and beautiful December snow
Nipping at your nose
is all of him you hear
And once the snowflakes gather
You know that he is near
You hear his name upon the lips
of a blowing winter breeze
Jack Frost it whispers to you
Hoping you’ll believe
But very few have ever seen
the prince of frost and ice
For so little do believe
in him being true
So I’ve come to ask you
Laying beside you in the snow
Do you believe in him?
this boy of legend and myth
~For if so then just tell me
For truely I am him
But sadly you dont see me
Like every one before
some day soon
Someone will see
will believe in me.
These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:These Words Aren't Pretty3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel
And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight
And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty words but my lips remain bound
So deeply silenced by fear - the darkness I hear,
Afraid to be unloved by the ones I hold dear
I've hit the limit of time; my lyrical crime
These words that I've lived are just turning to grime.
So I wish I had their talent; just a sliver of that
If their skill was a mountain then I've broken my back
It's like t
A Song, A Car, A HighwayAn eyelash falls down his cheek,A Song, A Car, A Highway3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and I wonder-laugh at the unexpected fall.
It’s black against his skin, as pale as my own,
and nearly so as the dust of snow outside the window.
I expect him to hold it out and bid me make a wish,
but he brushes it off his cheek,
and his eyes don’t follow its path to the hand-brake, as mine do.
I want to lean down and grab it for myself because damn,
if he isn’t going to make a wish I could sure use one.
But when I ask him, he grins at me and asks what I would wish for,
when we have such a future in front of us.
For now I’ll keep it a secret, but I do lean close to him and whisper
that we can put that future to the test, and if it’s a good one,
I’ll pay him back in eyelashes.
Erotique du nihilisteLa fille sur la dune – la faille de la luneErotique du nihiliste3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Frantz, avril 2013
Boxed In If Weiss had been given a single lien for every time she wished to forget how she got into a situation, she would have had enough to buy the Schnee Dust Company from her father. And that was without all of the lien she currently had. However, she would trade all of the money in the world to figure out why she agreed to sit in a big box with Ruby Rose in the middle of their dorm room.Boxed In2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The energetic team leader was sitting across from Weiss. She was wearing her usual attire of black clothes with a red cloak. Her silver eyes shone brightly, and a smile that made the sun look like a dying flashlight had been plastered on her face since Weiss had taken a seat.
“Isn’t this fun, Weiss?” Ruby asked.
“No.” Weiss crossed her arms over her chest and huffed. She thought about the assignments she could be working on.
“Aw, come on
Jack Overland: Chapter OneJack Overland: Chapter One3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Years ago, the snow fell softly on a small village. Lights from candles inside cozy cabins cascaded onto the cobble stone paths that glistened with frost. The soft winter wind drifted down the dirt paths that lined the village, bringing in winter as silently as a whisper.
The peaceful quiet was interrupted as a newborn infant cried out into the night from a small log home. For as the snow fell, a baby boy took his first breath of life.
His mother lay in her bed in the corner of the cabin, candle light bouncing off the sheen of sweat on her forehead. As exhausted as she was, a large smile crossed her face as her husband handed her the small bundle wrapped in a white linen blanket. A small face peeked out from the fold of the fabric, revealing closed eyes and smooth, flawless skin that only a baby could posses. Her husband kissed the top of her head while he joined her in admiring their first born child.
Lackadaisy AIMMiss_May: Viktor, you really ought to practice your typing.Lackadaisy AIM7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Vinegar_Tom: why do i have this thing
LoquaciousRocky1927: Hey Viktor! Did you get that cool website I sent you 13 times?
Missy_Pepper has just signed on
Missy_Pepper: OMG HI VIKTOR! ur never on, lol
Calvin2 has just signed on
Calvin2: Um, hello... who are all these people?
LoquaciousRocky1927: THESE ARE, um. My friends from band camp.
Missy_Pepper: Hi Freckle!!! :]
Calvin2: So uh... Tom, what instrument do you play?
Miss_May: Thomas here plays the banjo. He's very shy.
LoquaciousRocky1927: Yeah, one of them meek little fellers. Makes you look like a boxing champ.
Vinegar_Tom: very funy
Vinegar_Tom: thats what i ment...
LoquaciousRocky1927: You should have paid attention in English school! ;DDD
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Calvin2: ... mom?
McMurray27: CALVIN YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE IN BED AN HOUR AGO
NestleHollow my bones toNestle2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
make your home, abide inside;
stay awhile, won’t you?
Incantations and Deductions Chapter ElevenChapter ElevenIncantations and Deductions Chapter Eleven4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
John makes his way to the Great Hall trying not to feel too downhearted. The beginning of fifth year has so far not been great: seeing Sherlock has churned up feelings that he doesn't want to examine too closely and which hadn't put him in the best of moods. Then his meeting with the head of Gryffindor had just been...well, shitty.
"I understand your desire to be back with your friends John, but you must understand that you attacked a fellow student in the midst of one of your nightmares. Now, whilst your Healers tell me you're improving they cannot guarantee that you won't relapse."
Arguing, John had realised, would have been pointless. The housemistress had been sympathetic but stern. It was an important year for everyone of his age at Hogwarts: they needed no distractions, least of all from one of their friends waking them up every night, screaming at things that weren't really there. John supposes he should just consider this as another case of 'taking one for the te
Alone in this world.Are you okay?Alone in this world.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yes, I am.
Are you afraid?
Yes, I am.
Will you ever be afraid of nothing?
Will you ever be completely happy?
Someday all your feelings will stop roughing
All of them are becoming scrappy.
Being okay is not what it seems
"okay" is a word of sloth
it may be a word of dreams
but mostly it's a word of both.
Sadness and reclusion.
The Slowest School Day When Ruby was accepted into Beacon, her head was instantly filled with wonderful scenarios that revolved around her single-handedly slaying hordes of Grimm. She saw herself becoming an unstoppable force that would make the world a better place. No one would ever have to be afraid of the world again. Humanity would finally be able to prosper thanks to the diligent Huntsmen and Huntresses, and she was going to be one of them! The day before boarding the airship with Yang to go to Beacon had been filled with fantasies. In none of those fantasies did Ruby see herself being bored.The Slowest School Day2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ruby looked over the top of her dog-eared copy of “Weapon” magazine. As expected, the dorm room was still empty. Weiss and Blake were still in their history class and Yang was at one of her sparring sessions. All of Team JNPR was also in their respective classes. That left the leader of Team RWBY without a team to lead and without a friend to talk to. It
His Master, Fake. CielxSebbyHis master, fake.His Master, Fake. CielxSebby6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The exterior looks and feelings he had to portray sometimes made himself sick. So sick that the exterior became the interior, but rarely. Ciel held a proud position, one foot in front, a staff and an expressionless face. Although he only came to his butlers chest in height.
Besides his age, just close to puberty (but barely experiencing it), Ciel was a responsible and witty young man. His duty as the Earl he never failed, his respect for his Queen never slipped from his grips. Young Master Ciel Phantomhive was a controlled and a widely respected member of Great Britain. But if anyone were to find out, just how he truly felt, what he truly dealt, that was something that could never happen.
'Sebastian.' Ciel said blandly, holding out his arms for his robe to be slipped on by his butler.
'Yes, My Lord.' Sebastian smiled, his lips curved dramatically into almost a perfect 'v' shape- that smile and those piercing crimson eyes, were what Ciel craved for. Ci